Twenty-fourth Theory [Action/Accidental Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Happy Sunday, Luceti. Donatello hopes you're having a better morning than he is. That shouldn't be very difficult, given that right now he's wishing he were dead.

He tends to feel that way when he's having a migraine. And right now he's having just about the worst one he's ever had. He woke up this morning with thirty-two years worth of memories trying to cram themselves into his sixteen-year-old brain, and the laws of nature just don't really like that kind of thing. Thus, Donatello will be lying in a dark room, moaning quietly to himself, until the superabundance of memories sorts itself out and normal mental functioning is able to resume.

He'd really appreciate some silence right now. But the journal is open on his nightstand, you can probably hear his misery, and nothing but the goodness of your heart is stopping you from making his horrible day even worse.]

Comments

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Ha! [Thanks man, that's all he needed to know. He heads out of the bathroom with the bottle in hand, giving it a shake for Derek to see as he passes by.] Got it.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek will look at the presented bottle and nod; yep, that's the right one.]

..You gonna need anything else?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Water. [He heads for the kitchen to grab a glass. Thanks for reminding him.]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek will just nod again at that point, turning his attention back to the weapons.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph reemerges from the kitchen with a full glass of water and the pills, heading for Don's room. He opens the door with his hip.]

Got you some meds, Don-boy.

[i_speak_softly]

[For drugs, he will excuse the nickname. Give them.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Can ya sit?

[i_speak_softly]

[Sit? But that requires finding up.]

[He manages to prop himself on his elbow. After a moment, he feels steady enough that he can free one hand to take the pills.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He drops the pills in Don's hand. Once those find his mouth he'll offer the glass of water.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Drinking that water slowly. Once the glass is safely back in Raph's hand, Don lowers himself to the pillow. If he can just hold out another twenty minutes, he might start to feel better.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He puts the glass back on the nightstand and takes a seat on the bed again, this time hunched over and staring at the floor.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don, for his part, will close his eyes and try to take something like a nap. It gets easier as the minutes tick by. Sooner or later, he must fall asleep, because in half an hour he wakes up again.]

[Oh, hey. Someone is sitting on his bed.]

... Raph?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph turns and peers at Don over his shoulder.]

[i_speak_softly]

[He rubs his forehead, trying to massage away the lingering pressure.]

Was - was there another experiment?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah. There was. A really messed up one.

[i_speak_softly]

[Sitting up is so much easier than it was earlier.]

I think... something strange happened to me.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Then you'd be thinkin' right.

You were goin' off like you were some pet at a zoo.

[i_speak_softly]

[Frown. He needs another minute to sort through his memories.]

How did you know that?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I...just did.

[i_speak_softly]

[He looks down into his lap.]

It felt so real. I - [He fingers his bo, mentally walks through the different grips and stances.] It still feels real. But this feels real too.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I know. [He looks incredibly morose at the idea, and he has to bite back a shudder.] It's like...two people livin' in your head.

[i_speak_softly]

Ugh. Tell me about it.

If it was an experiment, it must have affected other people... [There's a vague invitation there.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Feelin' better?

[Evading like a boss.]

[i_speak_softly]

[He considers this.] It still feels like a two-inch peg is trying to fit through a one-inch hole, and I'm not entirely sure what I've been doing for the past sixteen years. But spontaneous cranial combustion is seeming less likely, so... yes. Better.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He smiles a little at that, but it's gone as fast as it came.]

Good to know.